24 Monday Jun 2019
Posted in June Writing, Poetry, Tanka
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#JuneWriting, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, family, hunting, king, lion, Night Owl Poetry, poems, satiated, Tanka, writing, writing prompt
Long days of hunting.
No rest, for the mighty king;
Family to feed.
When they are satiated,
I watch him sleep, peacefully.
June Writing Prompt – Eating their fill left them satiated and sleepy – Day 24/30
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06 Monday May 2019
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, broken hearted, decisions, dorindaduclos.com, family, fight, God, Hope, life, love, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing
You are the center of your universe
Making things, so small, much worse
Always with a scornful look or sneer
To even those you once held dear
While time is fleeting, passing you by
All you think of is an eye for an eye
How silly it is to go on living like this
Instead of kindness, you choose to diss
Those who gave their precious time
Who, in your eyes, are quite begrimed
This I offer, though you won’t hear
My words, no matter, are very clear
Seek His peace, and hope, and light
Then learn to love instead of fight…
Author’s note: I have been struggling to get through health issues as well as family issues, but I’m over it. I don’t mean to sound harsh, but for my own healing and well being, I have to move aside. These words are the final pouring out of a very hard decision that was, unfortunately, inevitable. Thank you for reading…
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30 Tuesday Apr 2019
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry, Word of the Day #WOTD
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#FOWC, #poetry, #WOTD, Daily Word Prompt, dorindaduclos.com, family, Fandango's One Word Challenge, neighbors, Night Owl Poetry, poems, trip, vacation, wagon, word of the day, writing
I tried to plan a trip, for just my family and me
Until the neighbors got wind, of all our plans
Now, everyone wants to go, what a calamity!
Not everything fit in the wagon, so we made a caravan
Word of the Day – Trip
FOWC with Fandango – Wagon
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04 Monday Mar 2019
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#MarchWriting, #poetry, cat, dorindaduclos.com, family, friends, hubby, kids, lifestyle, Night Owl Poetry, poems, routine, stuck in a rut, writing, writing prompt
It’s one of those days
When life throws a curve
And you’re simply too tired
To even try to swerve
Laundries piling up
Dishes need cleaning
All you can think of is
What is the meaning?
Of doing the same thing
Day after day
You decide that it’s crazy
No, it’s not okay
How can this happen
It never seems to end
So you pick up the phone
And you call up a friend
You tell them to come over
To have a coffee or two
Perhaps bring the cookies
That’s what you’d do
Then sit around the table
And hope for the best
When suddenly, kids
And everything’s a mess
They’re running around
Chasing and screaming
All you are hoping is that
You’ve really been dreaming
You tell your friend
You feel like Mother Hubbard
Then it happens, and, splash
The cat falls off the cupboard
Horrified, and soaking wet
She rushes out the door
It’s when you finally realize
You can’t take this anymore
You pack up your suitcase
Wave to hubby, “see ya later!”
He looks like you spoke French
And he needs a translator
Hop in the car, turn on some tunes
And drive around, for a mile
Let out a sigh, head back home
At least you got out for awhile
March Writing Prompts – Sorry, my cat fell off the cupboard – Day 4/31
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26 Tuesday Feb 2019
Posted in February Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#FebruaryWriting, #poetry, creamed corn, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, family, mashed potatoes, Night Owl Poetry, poems, pot pie, smart mama, writing, writing prompt
Every Sunday, we would meet
At Mama’s, twas the place to be
Good home cooking, what a treat
We were one big happy family
Until the day, Mama changed it up
Served us, in these little black pans
We couldn’t tell what it was for sup
We were all a bit of a baffled clan
We asked and pried, to no avail
She said dig in, and stop yapping
All we wanted was a little detail
Never ate what needed unwrapping
One by one, we all stuck in our forks
Each time we pulled mashies and corn
Seems Mama forgot to add the pork
So there we sat, sad and forlorn
But Mama ate away at her meal
Seems she simply didn’t understand
Her dish was lacking in plate appeal
From the table, we all did disband
Now, maybe you’re thinking shame on her
The woman didn’t feed her poor family well
But Mama knew exactly what she was doing
When the other dinners, into her belly, fell
February Writing Prompts – Mashed tators and creamed corn cake – Day 26/28
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